Male stupidity

One of the things that I hate most of all in the world is how people have to insist that a woman isn’t capable of understanding abstract thinking. This has always hurt me, if only because I am someone who has always been deeply interested in science. I also like to think that I am at least decently capable of understanding it, not only because I studied chemistry, but also because I am a human being.

Today, I had another such experience, when a male student decided that he had to explain things in the most basic way possible to me, as though I was just a child. Funnily enough, I work in that institution, and not as a student. I’m doing my Postdoc there, and if I can be this arrogant, I have some achievements in science to my name by now (including some papers in top journals like Cell). Which certainly is more than some silly student.

But that’s something that I just keep encountering. Male colleagues tend to assume that I don’t really understand things, or they think that I will just be there to help them, even though I’m there for myself, for my own career. Funnily enough, this is a weakness that is incredibly easy to exploit. And then they start calling me all sorts of unpleasant things again. But that’s another issue.

The problem with being assumed to be stupid is not something that I really suffer from anymore. Of course, I still have to be better than anyone else to get anywhere, but I no longer am in the position to internalise it. That part of the social indoctrination failed rather miserably.

Unfortunately, it does work on many. How many girls suffer from not believing that they are actually capable of doing math for instance? How many parents decide to not let their daughters take scientific subjects in school? How many girls aren’t offered as much support as boys are for these things? There are far too many. I dare say that almost all of us have suffered from it to some extent.

After all, just looking at toys tells you this. For girls, there are dolls, toy vacuum cleaners, and worst of all, those make-up kits. For boys, there are technical toys as well. I’m not saying that many of their toys are incredibly silly as well, if I had a daughter I would never give her an Action Man figure for instance. But that immediately is a big difference. Boys get active toys, toys aimed at the wider world. At achieving and doing things. Toys for girls are focused inwards, and perhaps even worse, at mindlessness.

This thinking goes all the way through society. All over the world, the idea that we are unintelligent, that we are irrational, and that we are just silly, is present. And more than present. It’s fostered all the time. In our culture, and in many cultures. Of course, this makes a lot of sense. If you want to have an underclass, you always say that they are less intelligent. Intelligence is the defining human trait, so, you say that they are less human.

At the same time, it gives another strong argument to keep this system in place. After all, if a group of people is less intellectually capable, the only reasonable thing is to keep them under control, so you can guide them. Naturally, this is made a lot easier by their stupidity.

This thinking is the thing that we have to fight tooth and nail, because it is one of the roots of our oppression. I would even go as far as saying that it is the root of all oppression.

Of course, the idea that we are stupid isn’t just believed because it’s helpful. They also believe that they are superior. They are convinced that they are more intelligent, while most evidence that I have seen in my life is quite the contrary. In general, men tend to be overly emotional and stupid. So, perhaps some things should be changed in the world?


The Curse of Being Beautiful

One of the foremost things that patriarchy uses to judge women is their appearance, held against an arbitrary standard. Every culture has its own standards of beauty, and they primarily are about women and how they should look. This is used as a way to rate women, like we’re just animals. There are no such standards for men. They may say that there are, but you will not see men attacked and vilified for not meeting certain standards, while women are.

The problems with beauty standards are often seen from the perspective of those who don’t meet them. They indeed suffer, they are constantly judged and are always told that they should be different, that they should change. Someone, who by sheer chance, happens to meet the standards set by our society, is seen as lucky. I personally am one of these ‘lucky’ women. I am thin (okay, skinny, but that for some reason is seen as good. I personally would rather have a healthier weight), I have long hair, large eyes, and what seems to be most important, my breasts are relatively large (prompting questions about how much they cost. In terms of surgery, nothing, because I didn’t have any. In terms of things like bras and the like, I don’t even want to make a count, but it’s a lot).

There are benefits to it. Of course, there always are benefits to meeting expectations. Unlike many girls, I was able to pay for at least part of my studies by just standing around, having pictures taken of me in different outfits, walking over a stage, or just standing around at a stand. Yes, I did (and occasionally still do) modelling work and have been a so-called booth-babe. Especially the standard modelling, so to say, was incredibly silly. I put on some clothes, had a few pictures taken, and got paid for it. Basically. Funnily enough, these things often wouldn’t fit me, because I’m too thin to just get them from a store. They want to show beauty standards, but it can’t eat into their profits of course.

But there also are disadvantages. I know that this sounds an awful lot like the complaining of the privileged. I know that I am immensely privileged, I am white, I’m well-educated, and I even have decent looks. But I think that it’s important to be aware of these things, also to have a better understanding about how the patriarchy uses these things to divide us and to eat up our time.

The foremost is attention from men. They refuse to leave me alone for even a moment. When I’m alone somewhere, they immediately try to join me, to talk to me, and they get angry when I don’t immediately respond with my full attention. Even when I’m waiting for a friend for lunch, they want to sit down next to me. I know that this is an issue that affects all women, we are all constantly harassed, but sometimes, I have the feeling that women who do meet the right standards in appearance are harassed even more, because they are what they want to control most of all. I’m still sickened by the constant stares, remarks, and worse, and I often wish that I could just give up. I wish that I could just cut off my hair, that I could gain weight, and that I could perhaps even have my face changed.

Added to that, there is the pervasive idea that I have to be stupid. I can’t really put it in a nicer way. When you look like they want you to, they expect you to also have the brain that they want women to have. None at all. Perhaps the size of a pea so I can still smile and do the dishes, but that’s about it. Again, this is something that all women suffer from, but I have noticed the difference. At lectures for instance, when a male student asks a male professor, there aren’t any issues and his question is just answered. When it’s a female student who would be average on the patriarchal scale of beauty, she often also gets an answer, although there already are a few who refuse to take it seriously. When I ask a question, it generally gets treated like a child asking something stupid.

This is something that I internalised to an extent. Whatever I do, I have the idea that I’m being silly or stupid. That whatever I do, it’s just a folly. When I say something, I expect people to laugh at me. Especially men. From women, the reactions tend to be different, but I’ll get to that later. After years and years of this, I began to learn that I’m not as stupid as people think I am. I’m not extremely intelligent either, but at least I wasn’t too stupid to do my PhD or to learn a few languages. But despite that, the reactions haven’t changed. I’m still being treated as though I have the mental capacities of a child.

Another big issue is what happens among women. The arbitrary standards of beauty enforced on women are used not only for men to control our appearance, but more importantly, it serves to divide us. Because beauty is one of the few things that matter for women under patriarchy, it serves to do so in multiple ways. First of all, we are taught to look down on those less beautiful than we are. This goes all the way from the very top to the bottom. The other way around this creates a deep jealousy, a desire to change to be more like that.

That in turn has several awful effects. The first is that many women mutilate themselves in order to be closer to the arbitrary standards. Of course, there are more reasons for this, which I plan on talking more about in a later post, but this jealousy that is fostered also plays a part in the decision to go under the knife.

But this jealousy also has different effects which are less directly visible. The foremost is that it divides women. We are made jealous of each other, directing our energy towards fighting each other instead of our oppression and the system of gender that causes all the problems. And worse than that, it divides us, strengthening our oppression.

This can be seen time and time again. As someone who is closer to the top in this regard, I am used to countless remarks by other women, aimed at tearing me down. It’s always there, a never-ending attack. And I can’t really blame them. They after all have suffered far worse and they are used to seeing women like me as the ones looking down on them, kicking down with high heels (and let me tell you, that really hurts, for both the person wearing those awful things and the one getting kicked).

Added to this, many of the stereotypes have been taken over from men. Many women also assume that I’m stupid. And it’s not just me who has suffered from it, but also several friends. Just to make clear that it’s not all just because I’m a terrible human being. Which I am, of course, but that’s besides the point.

I even am arrogant enough to blame it in part for the failure of some of my relationships. In the interest of full disclosure, I’m an absolutely awful girlfriend and have as many exes as I’ve had birthdays, and far more shorter things. This is because many women also are indoctrinated with the beauty norms, and that makes me desirable. At first, this works very well, they like my body, they fall in love with how I look. Usually to such an extent that they can overlook my rotten personality. After a while, it however surfaces, causing issues and frequently, a breakup.

But I’ll be honest, with the way the world is now, I wouldn’t switch. Beauty might have its disadvantages, but there also are the advantages that help in our patriarchal society.

This all sounds awful, but still, I have hope, a fair lot of it even. I think that it’s important to see that first and foremost, we all are women. We all are sisters striving for a better world. We should try to not let ourselves be divided by jealousy and arrogance. We shouldn’t look down one each other, but we should see each other as equals.


Currently, I’m staying with my family in the Netherlands which means that I don’t have a lot of time to myself or much in the way of freedom for that matter. It’s always very difficult for me, I really love my mother for instance, but our lives are completely different. For her, I play this role a few times per year, it would destroy her to know the truth. The same goes for my father.

My days now are spent in church and in contemplation (and visiting more family. My siblings have almost too many children now to keep track of and with some, I can feel the disapproval. I’m a spinster after all, not following my duty to have children. And added to that, I have a career. That makes me the wrong example.

Naturally, in the few days that I stay after Christmas, there will be men being introduced to me, in the faint hope that I’ll finally get married. Nowadays they’re mostly widowers and the like 😉

Where I’m from, we don’t have many of the Christmas trappings that many see as unavoidable. There are no decorations, no trees, no nativity scenes, no movies, no impossibly rich meals, and certainly no presents. So, my Christmas is a little bit different from most. 

That however leads to one of the great conflicts that I experience in my life, and that many others experience to some extent as well. This is the clash between the people in my surroundings and my beliefs. 

The people who surround me see any kind of feminism as an invention of the devil, or worse. Being a lesbian also isn’t even an option, if that part of me became known I would be cut out and instantaneously bring shame to my whole family. I don’t want to do this to them, if only because I still enjoy being in touch with them. It however means having to lie about a fair few things. Many who still see their families will experience this to some extent, but it always hurts. Basically, it’s an act of balancing multiple pains, which isn’t something to enjoy.

There however are bright sides. Because no one knows the truth, I’ve been able to reach out to several girls in these circles and to help them cope with the situation until they’re old enough to be able to move out. I don’t want them to suffer the fate of my first love.

So, I hope that you all enjoy or at least survive your Christmas. 

A Note on Religion

As some of you may know, I was raised in orthodox-Calvinist circles. This probably helped shape my views on religion, but then again, I’ve never seen anything else, no matter which religion I looked at. This is something that I’m always reminded of in this time of the year, if only because I always have to pretend to be all that I’m not.

As a girl, everything was decided for me. What I could read, what I could wear, how I could play. I wasn’t allowed to listen to modern music, television was banned (one of the few good things), I wasn’t vaccinated. I was supposed to get married when I was eighteen and to have about a dozen children and serve my husband. You can imagine the whole story.

Only, I didn’t believe it. Luckily, I would say. Unlike in many other cases, this didn’t cost me my family, but I still can’t tell them the truth. I like to think that there is some pride, but whenever I return, they always have men they try to get me to marry. By now, being in my late twenties, I obviously am an old spinster, so they have actually moved to widowers and the like.

But, whenever I would say that I think that religion is bad, I would be told that I shouldn’t extrapolate my experiences. That what I knew wasn’t real religion, because real religion is all about love. This very clearly is nonsense. The religions that we have in our world are the tools of patriarchy as can be seen in many different cases.

Let’s start with Christianity, which is based on the Bible. I can bring up dozens of passages that very clearly say that women aren’t to be held in high regard (I’m sorry, I know large parts by heart, especially those concerning women). Both in the Old and the New Testament you will find them, going from the moment where Eve is the one responsible for everything bad happening afterwards, including Original Sin which means that everyone basically goes to Hell. All over the other books you will find similar sentiments.

Of course, you tend to find the same ideas in everything written by a patriarchal society, and the thinking still persists in modern media. There isn’t anything unique about religions in that regard. They just express the values of the society that they formed in.

Unfortunately, the values of a patriarchal society tend to be, well, patriarchal. Religion often serves to strengthen the internal structure of a group, and will generally serve the dominant class within that group.

People might use early Christianity as a counterexample, claiming that it was revolutionary. But that isn’t a contradiction at all and the level at which it was revolutionary is deeply overstated. Yes, when it started out it appealed to the downtrodden, but it never changed the fabric of society. The leadership still belonged to the ruling classes and there might have been a role for women, but even at the very earliest it is quite clear that they were second-class members. And for this, we don’t just have to look at Paul (still going strong for Greatest Misogynist of All Times), but just looking at the Gospels shows that. Jesus wasn’t accompanied by an equal fellowship. His disciples were men after all. I know that there is some talk about Mary Magdalene, but she’s only one person, who nowadays is often depicted as a lover. Aside from that, there is his mother, Mary.

They are all there because of a personal relationship to the leader, giving them prominence. They’re not allowed to have any kind of leadership or relevance in their own right.

And it’s not just Christianity, although it may sometimes seem like that. My focus has been there because it is what I’m most intimately familiar with; I just don’t know other religions that well.

But I do not see anything unique about Christianity in that regard, if only because the fundamental mechanisms are the same all over the world.

One example is Buddhism. It’s frequently brought up as being purely good, which of course fits very well with a kind of orientalism. If you look at for instance the monastic rules that were laid down by Buddha, there are many more for the nuns, because they shouldn’t tempt men (one of the great classics right there). Women are also described as the embodiment of everything that’s bad in several places. This however is frequently ignored, because of a Western desire for a clean hippie-like religion that isn’t at all connected to reality.

One of the main benefits of religion and similar systems of thinking is that it makes life a lot easier in a way. Essentially, the thinking about morality to left to something external, which not only makes it easier to accept oppression, but also to inflict violence on others. Patriarchy isn’t just there because it’s a part of society; it’s there because a being much greater than us decided that it is the right and moral way to live. And we can’t doubt that, can we?

No more periods

Sometimes, when I say that I decided to stop having my periods people are shocked. Lots of women think that it’s necessary to have them to be healthy, or that it is a vital part of being a woman. I don’t really agree with those things.

The reason why I made this decision is really simple. I don’t like menstruating. This probably isn’t a very shocking statement, I don’t know many women who enjoy it for some rather obvious reasons. I don’t like pain, I don’t like feeling sick, I don’t like having to use all sorts of products and of course, I don’t like how restricting it is.

As a person, I would say that I am rather ambitious and perhaps a bit of a workaholic (not too extreme though, I try to sleep and I keep something approaching a rhythm. I also have a social life and have other things to do than work. But I do like my work, and I want to be the best. That means working a little more than most people do and always being as close as I can to my peak performance.

When I menstruate, I’m not at my peak. I feel worse than I generally do and always have the feeling that I’m filthy. Part of this comes from the social side. Always being told that it’s unclean doesn’t help, that’s true. But there also is the fact that I tend to be more sweaty, and of course, there is all sorts of crap coming out of me (calling it blood is a bit of a misnomer I think. Blood tends to not be clumpy or slimy or all those fun things).

When my thoughts are drawn to those things they’re not drawn to what it important. It makes it harder to focus on my work, or on my date, or on whatever is important at that time. In a way, menstruation is a distraction. Added to that, I generally don’t sleep as well as I normally do (which means, very poorly indeed) which also doesn’t really help.

So, I decided to stop with all of that. To free myself from all that unpleasantness. Fortunately, there is a very simple way to do this, one of the greatest inventions of the last century. Hormonal contraception. I don’t use the pill for any kind of contraception (no intention to ever be with a man whatsoever, and if I had been forced, there are direct solutions for the issue). But there is another benefit to the pill that’s often overlooked. It allows us to take control over our menstruation.

Yes, there are the stop weeks, but they were originally introduced by men who thought that women would not like no longer having their periods. But it’s very important to note that there is no serious evidence for any adverse effects to just skipping periods.

I started by doing this to move it to more convenient moments, but soon figured that there was no need for any menstruations at all. Since then, I have been feeling much more effective, and perhaps more importantly, I am actually saving money (a month on the pill is cheaper than a week on the rag).

Unfortunately, my earlier statements have been a bit too black and white. I still keep a lot of secrets from my family, and when I visit them, such as for the Christmas days, I can only take things that wouldn’t arouse suspicions (so I’ll have to leave my iPhone X here, along with other contraband such as pants, or anything expensive really). That also includes my stash of pills. So, generally, I tend to bleed there.

Of course, it is a completely personal choice, but it’s an option to be aware of, if only for the moments where having a period is just too inconvenient. It’s part of being free to talk about our biology, which is something that has been forbidden for far too long.

Transgenderist strategies

Whenever I bring up that I’m a radical feminist online, meaning that I’m opposed to gender, there is one thing that’s brought out. Transgenderism. For some reason, that alone proofs that I am irredeemably evil. But honestly, it’s not such an important topic to me. It’s just a part of the greater whole. Naturally, I am opposed to transgenderism, for a variety of reasons, but it is always claimed that it’s the core of my thinking.

Funnily enough, it’s quite different offline. When speaking to women who can speak freely, in private, almost everyone is appalled by the whole doctrine. The thing is, we are being silenced. Whenever anyone says anything, she is barraged by a brigade of woman-hating men, many of whom call themselves women. It’s never women who attack like that, who threaten all kinds of violence, and who delight in the idea. Whoever speaks up is almost drowned in the sea of hatred. Those who haven’t yet said anything learn one thing from this: it’s better to not talk at all, to only nod and go along. At least, in public.

This is a strong example of silencing tactics. It’s an attempt to make an example of those who do speak up. The same can be seen with the tribunals against those who dare to say something, even as small as what the pronoun soup means for grammar, as in the case of Lindsay Shepherd. Immediately, she was dragged before a tribunal and people (read: men) were falling over each other to condemn her and how very good they were for saying so.

No one sane wants that to happen. No one wants her name dragged through the mud and to receive countless threats and rather unpleasant messages. So, they are silenced instead.

Of course, the whole trans movement has to silence any and all critics, they don’t have a choice. Their arguments areas full of holes as a VERGIET. If critics are allowed to speak, more and more people will see that. And worse, they themselves will see it. They can’t risk that, so, as a defensive strategy, they shut out any and all criticism.

This also is why they are so motivated to always pain themselves as victims and everyone who disagrees on even the most minor point a wannabe mass murderer. By diving headlong into the attack, they also push their own doubts away, saving themselves from having to think while they can say that they’re good.

And it’s not just the hard core of transgenderists, the ones who have gone as far as to have themselves surgically mutilated and poisoned to change their appearance, but it also is the vast base supporting them. There are two groups amongst them, the believers, and the intimidated.

The believers are people (mostly men, funnily enough) who have bought into transgenderist ideology but who do not personally identify as being of the other sex (which is an altogether silly idea). They have managed to convince themselves that there is a truth to it, often because they have never really thought about the matter at all. The strong media presence does the rest. They however have some doubts, which have to be silenced because there is nothing that they fear more than admitting that they could have been wrong.

The other category consists of the large majority that doesn’t buy into the whole transgenderist set of beliefs. These people however are afraid. They don’t know that there are so many people who agree with them, so they stay silent or even voice their support for something they don’t even believe in. Many of them also take part in the abuse towards those who voice their disagreement, if only out of fear for the consequences if they don’t.

But more importantly than that, they are kept from speaking out, especially in public. I also don’t do that, I like my career and don’t want to torpedo it and turn myself into just another punching bag who is vilified all over the online and offline world. I wish that I had the courage for it, and I strongly admire those who do speak out in public. They are true heroes for standing up to the madness.

And that’s the heart of the matter. Few people are truly brave, especially in the face of the force that is even more potent than mere physical violence. Social exclusion. Transgenderism has shown the effectiveness of an essentially vanguardist strategy that offers benefits to a group of supporters who can then shout down everyone else. It is especially effective in the modern world, where our interconnectedness makes it much easier to attack people.

This kind of organisation, even if there was no need to have meetings or anything to set it up, is something that is hard to fight. One of the ways in which I think that it can be done is by making use of the tool of anonymity. It is much easier to at least say what you think when it won’t mean having your life torn down. And what’s even more important is knowing that you aren’t alone, that none of us is.

That’s what can give the strength to seriously fight this, the idea that we’re not alone, that we have sisters who stand with us against this madness.

A Heavy Topic

We are all familiar with the concept of Fat Shaming, which hinges on the idea that people with a higher weight are in some way less as human beings. Naturally, this is something that I strongly disagree with. Someone who is heavier isn’t less as a person. Simply put, people shouldn’t be judged by their appearance.

Unfortunately, this thinking has brought with it a few less reasonably ideas. For instance, the idea that even stating that it’s unhealthy to be overweight is bad and an attack. Of course, it can be used as an attack, but very frequently, it isn’t. Going up to someone an telling them that they are unhealthy is bad, but making the general statement that it’s unhealthy to be overweight is not.

Personally, I have been confronted with another rather unpleasant thing. Being attacked for being relatively thin (in the interest of disclosure, I’m 1.77 m tall and weigh roughly 54 kg. For those of you who don’t live in the modern world yet, that’s 5’10” and 119 lbs., or 91 fingers and around two talents. Seriously, go for a functional system). I know that this makes some things easier, if only because it helps with being seen as beautiful and it has helped financially as well because I could fund my studies by doing modeling work. There also are annoyances, such as almost all clothes being way too big, especially in the face of size inflation. But that’s not what I want to talk about now.

What I want to talk about is how this discussion on weight has been used to divide women. First of all, there is the traditional part of it, where women are played against each other, with those who are less like they should, in effect, those who are heavier, being placed at the bottom of a meaningless hierarchy. Naturally, no one likes being at the bottom of any kind of hierarchy, or to be threatened with ending up on a lower position. So, women have to do their utmost to keep the ‘right’ figure. And of course, those who don’t achieve this, for whatever reason, are seen as lesser human beings.

At the same time, those who do succeed, either through hard work or just being lucky, are motivated to keep kicking down, to try to preserve their own position. After all, everyone likes being on top, especially when they are otherwise in a lower position, because of the patriarchy. This only strengthens the system, and in turn, it strengthens patriarchy.

This is done in several ways. First of all, there is the simply part of lots of women spending a lot of time and energy on getting the right weight, or of course, arguing about it. Secondly, it makes it more difficult for women to stand together, because we are divided into several classes. And finally, this strengthens the idea that we, as women, are determined by our appearance, which is a fundamentally patriarchal idea.

The waste of time is a very important issue, and the waste of energy is an even greater one. Just look at all of the products meant to lose weight, just for reasons of appearance. There is a more or less healthy range for human beings (which also depends on the individual), and for those who are within it, there is no reason to have to lose or gain weight in any way to better meet some aesthetic standard. Most of these products have a few things in common. One of them is that these things tend to not be cheap. This makes sense, because of the way our society is constructed, it’s important for women, so they will be willing to spend on it. This leads to them wasting some serious resources on what essentially is needless. The spending of a lot of effort can be compared to this. Effort spent on looking a certain way without there being any benefits such as enjoying it, is just a waste. Another of these issues can be seen with women not wanting to be seen eating, let alone, to be seen eating what they consider to be much. This means that many women eat less than they should.

The division between women however is a much bigger issue. Not only are we taught to kick down to those who are heavier, at the same time, resentment is bred among those who are placed lower on the hierarchy. I don’t think that I’ve done a lot of kicking or things like that, but I can’t be certain. I’m not a good person, I’m well aware of that, so I have probably done things that I shouldn’t, and not just because of social pressure.

What I however can be certain about is the enormous antipathy that I’ve experienced from those who are a little heavier than I am. One of those is the ongoing assumption that I’m suffering from anorexia. I do not; I do not think that I’m overweight, or that I shouldn’t eat. I don’t voluntarily throw up or anything like that. Yes, I am relatively thin, but that is mostly because I’m rather thin naturally and perhaps my diet (mostly vegetarian). Although I do make sure that I eat enough because I can’t afford to be hungry or unhealthy (it would make it harder to do my work).

Unfortunately, it doesn’t end with the ideas about anorexia, which are at least grounded in something good, in caring. Anorexia is an enormous problem in our society. There also are frequent situations where I have been attacked for being thin. Some people think that me being relatively thin means that I’m for some reason someone who can’t care for women’s rights, or that I would be arrogant (I am arrogant, but not because of my weight). For some reason, some people have internalised the idea that feminists can’t be thin. Furthermore, there is a lot of more general dislike. Of course, some of it will be caused by me not being the most pleasant person on the world, but it also happens before I ever even open my mouth.

This is only logical, we are set against each other based on a lot of irrelevant things, of which size is one. There of course is the issue of jealousy, which has been fostered from an early age. Added to that, there is the idea of those who are closer to society’s standards are in some way collaborators. I can’t fully deny that, I have after all done modeling work, which strengthens our current appearance-based culture.

But, that’s not everything there is to any person. Especially in our society where women often find themselves in situations where they may have to do less than moral things just to be able to achieve what they want to. It’s not something that I’m proud of doing, and I’ll write in more detail about it later. But not everyone who is thin does that, nor is it a reason to attack anyone without knowing them.

This ties to the issue of patriarchy. Patriarchy is based on the oppression of women and one of its pillars is dividing women. Giving women the idea that they can’t stand together because they actually are each other’s enemies distracts from the much bigger issue of their actual oppression. Unfortunately, attempts to fight against women being attacked for their weight have been hijacked to attack women for their weight, just the ones who are on the other side of the spectrum.

Instead of fighting each other, we should direct all that energy towards more important things, towards taking away the very reason for our disagreements.